Wizard Writing Novels & Stories

"You are abnormal." The wizard screamed in shock. "What's your definition of normal?" Giselle asked inching towards the wizard who walked backwards. "You are a coward. You fear what you don't know." Giselle hissed as she lunged towards the wizard in full speed. The wizard snapped out, regaining his composure and stood ready to face the wolf. He opened his palm and a purple smoke ball hovered above it and with the snap of his finger, numerous purple balls of smoke disintegrated from the one smoke ball and were shot in high speed towards Giselle which she dodged gracefully.

Making my back arch until my shoulders flattened against the table. Next to me the tipped candle caught the cloth afire. Blooming into an orange flame as he entered me. It spread wildly and I tossed my head to look at it. Panting nervously. “Don’t worry about that.” He waved a dismissive hand and the fire doused as if a bucket had been thrown on it. The black hole in the tablecloth smoking haplessly. Warlock magic. I yelped and clawed at the tablecloth. He growled low in his throat and stroked deeply into me. Withdrawing until only the heavy tip lingered inside. Then he eased back in. Embedding deeply again and making me gasp from the foreign feeling of being pushed open.

Yes I know babe ,but he has a better explanation for that so just listen ,I decided to consider his words and listen. "I am sure you know that once upon a time , creatures called witches existed ,my mother is one of them and she was supposed to be queen but her right was snatched away from her ,now that things can finally be in place for her ,a prophecy of which long time ago failed to come to pass ,has risen again and in that prophesy lies this particular maid . "Do you know what a wizard is ? "No I don't , how do you expect me to know what that is?"I said rudely and he smirked and brought out a big book from nowhere in particular.

I tell him as much and rather than appear relieved, his body prickles with worry. "What about you?" His voice is demanding. "Don't you need protecting?" This spell, I explain, can only be done with by another initiated witch, and without another one here, "I'm afraid it won't work." "Let me try anyway," Rudy requests. "I'm not a witch, but my great-grandfather held a spark." I laugh. "You and half the alpha-level wolves in Crescent City, Beta Forrester." His expression darkens, "Even if I put intention behind it. I've heard the intention is more important than the power itself."

With each incantation and invocation, they draw upon the wisdom of generations past, weaving spells of protection and healing to safeguard the witches' kingdom. But their work does not end with the mastering of spells and incantations. In the quiet hours of the day, Theo and the Earth Goddess set quill to parchment, their minds ablaze with inspiration as they craft treaties and decrees to guide the rulers of the witches' kingdom. With meticulous care, they draft missives and proclamations, ensuring that the laws of the land are just and equitable for all who dwell within its borders.

I could feel the pain Yana was feeling, as if the fire was burning her body. Then I hurried into that mansion, and there I caught up with Yana who was squirming on the floor, while the mother and daughter were happy with her suffering. "Who are you!!!" I calmed myself so that I would not be enveloped in anger. It is one of the basics of being a wizard that the use of power becomes more effective if the intention is free of hatred and anger. "Ego ordo vos glacio !!!" I chanted a spell that orders someone to freeze.

“You’re not a magician. Close. But no.” “Close?” I repeated. “Well, on the surface anyway.” “Am I a wizard?” “Nope.” “Hmmm….” I had no idea what I was missing, and the fact that his hand was on me was distracting. “Are there others like me in the woods?” “Yes,” he said quickly.

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

Maliya added, “he had procured the services of a group of wizards specialized in creation and restoring magic.” I sighed as I finished wiping the dining table—a task Zuleika had insisted I should’ve allowed to be done by magic. “I don’t know. But it doesn’t hurt to try.” “True,” Zuleika agreed. “But do not bring the children. I know you are excited by this lead, but what if the house does not exist yet? It will just disappoint them. So perhaps it’s best if we accompany you instead.” I weighed in on Zuleika's suggestion for a couple of moments while I watched with mild intrigue as she spelled each washed dish dry with just a quick flick of her finger. “I suppose you are right. But I do not wi

Before Andreza can finish her sentence, Maya interrupts her with an enigmatic smile: “Prata.” A grimace of irritation crosses Andreza's face, but she decides not to dwell on it: “Come on, Maya. Everyone in the supernatural world has heard the story of the fallen wizard.” Maya lets out an initial, almost dismissive laugh. The legend of the fallen wizard and the wolf Prata had always been told as a dark fairy tale, passed down from generation to generation among supernatural beings. However, upon noticing the seriousness in Andreza's eyes, she controls herself, her expression becoming more attentive.